You look down at your faithful pup, lovingly. In return, he stares up at you, with that derpy smile you remember so well, the day you first rescued him. Christ, it’s almost been a full year, but you can remember it all like it happened yesterday.

You spin around just in time to see the cell door slide shut.

“What the hell, Jonathan, what’s going on? Get this cell open”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that. You know, it’s a damn shame, I was really starting to like you too. I mean Hell, you saved my life and all. Still, like I said pal, you can’t trust anyone, especially in times like this!”

With that, Jonathan picks up your gear and holsters his pistol.

“Mac, you ready? Got another one, this one was well stocked too. It should be enough to get us another hundred miles or so. Let’s get out of here.”

Mac comes walking down the hall, a sickening grin on his face.

“You got it brother, lead the way!”

“You son of a bitch, I trusted you. I swear when I get out of here…”

“Yeah, you’ll what? Mr. I can’t even pick a basic lock. You’re going to magically escape prison now? Tell you what, I’ll even give you a head start…”

With that, Jonathan tosses the cell door key toward you, and it lands about 6 feet from you.


Jonathan and his brother laugh, and begin walking down the hall towards the exit.

sitting in the corner of your cell, as panic begins to set in. You turn toward the hooded figure still on its knees. Something isn’t right. Why aren’t they talking?

“Hey, don’t be scared… I’m going to remove your hood okay? We’ll figure something out together”

You slowly reach for the hood and pull it away. Your heart sinks into your chest, as you stare into the milky dead eyes of the bound and gagged Infected that is sharing your cell.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Why bound and gag an infected, and leave them in this cell” you say out loud.

“Unless this was no spur of the moment decision on Jonathan’s part. That son of a bitch, he had this planned all along. God, how could I have been so blind?”

You wonder if you were the first victim that Jonathan and Mac lured here, or if you were just one of a string of trusting individuals who will now meet their end rotting in a prison cell.

“I’ll be damned if I’m going to starve to death, or worse, die of dehydration.”

It suddenly dawns on you, as to why Jonathan left this Infected here with you. It’s a way out. You’ll manage to survive a few days, but when the lack of fluids and food begin to kick in, when the suffering starts…at your lowest point, this Infected will be here, to end your pain… a way out”

“You bastard…”

With no way to escape and the keys to your cell six feet away, they may as well be six miles away. You inch closer to the Infected, with the intention of removing its gag and restraints.

“I’m not going to give that bastard the satisfaction of seeing me suffer if he chooses to stop back in to taunt me”

That day, you almost gave up. If not for your Pup here, you most certainly would still be in that prison cell, just another Infected.

As if sensing your tension, Muttly begins to whimper and nuzzle your leg, snapping you back to reality.

“I still owe you Pal, for fetching those keys for me! How about we go check on those traps, and see if we caught ourselves some dinner!”


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